STOP THE HATE. GIVE THEM A BREAK.

It’s been a week since that gruesome shooting incident happened inside a mall (refresher course: a 13 year-old boy shoots alleged boyfriend and then shoot himself). It was all over the news. Upon hearing it on television, I became sad. Just because of a crazy little thing called love, two young people lost their lives. Ang sayang lang!

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I’m surprised that “someone” actually created a fan page dedicated to Jake - the 13-year-old young man. I don't have any idea on what's the real intention of the page creator but I think the page will do more harm than good. Thought there’s a lot of people who expressed their genuine concerns and deepest condolences to the families, there are also a number of overly self-righteous Filipinos who out rightly judged and criticized the two young men without even knowing the whole story. Look, I am not defending Jake for what he has done. Nor I’m tolerating their relationship considering their age but c’mon can we at least give some respect to the souls of these young men and their families.

Some also brought up their sexuality – a nice sample of classic discrimination. NEWS FLASH: This incident can happen to any heterosexual couples out there. All along, I thought that sexual preference discrimination has subsided in the Philippines but it seems that I am wrong.

People might insist these as their own claim of freedom of speech – there’s no problem with that. In a democracy, everyone is free to express his opinion. But not all opinions are intended to help. Some, let’s just say, aimed to achieve more sinister results.

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I had a “heated” argument the other day. I reacted to one of the posts (pictured above) of the page I’m subscribing to. I just want people to be more sensitive of the feelings of others. It is just an opinion, as good as anyone’s, but unfortunately it was given more credence than it should.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with finding happiness amidst tragedies. Nor do I have anything against the administrator (after all, why should I, I don’t even know him personally) but I must argue that what he posted is way-out-of-the-line and indeed, inappropriate.

And just because I’m the only one who think that the joke didn’t make a lick of sense nor was it a good one I am automatically “close-minded”? Wow. With all due respect to him, how can he assert that I am “close-minded” if he himself just brushed my comment off without even bothering to look where I’m coming from.

*start of rant* Dude, only those who are shallow will use language as a counter argument. You’re at a loss so instead of providing an intelligent counter argument to debunk what I have said, you shoot the messenger. You are not forced to agree with it, you’re free to offer your own “views” but where is it? *end of rant*

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I know that the screen caps are just a very few out of a lot of FBs and tweets re: the shooting incident but I don't need to see the rest to know that there are still people who are just plain irresponsible and insensitive. Can we be responsible posters for once, pretty freakin' please?

Also, let us stop this “hate” thing against the third sex. In the eyes of God, everyone is equal and everyone deserves to be love.

To Jake and Jonathan, you will surely be missed.

THE AWESOMENESS OF BEING ME

Hello there. My name is Hoobert the Awesome (oh, we’re thinking the same thing – yup, awesomeness oozes from that name). I’m sure some people might raise eyebrows and think that it’s nothing more than a name. Well, THINK AGAIN. I am the crown king of awesomeness. No, that’s not self-appointed. Look guys, I don’t want to sound delusional or whatever but I’m awesome for a myriad of reasons. And besides, my girlfriend told me I’m awesome. Who am I to argue? If that doesn’t convince you of my glorious awesomeness, perhaps this will.


1. I don’t smoke. I drink very rarely. I’m a good boy to say the least.

2. My Mom is the world’s best hands down. I’m not a rich kid but she spoiled me, her unico hijo, in a way. She doesn’t even let me touch the dishes. Growing up, she has always been there for me no matter what. From simple things like packing up my things to doing the laundry. An all-around mom indeed. This may sound a little backwards, but I’m very proud of her. While she will tell you that she’s not perfect, I think she’s pretty effing awesome.

3. All those weird little things I do without giving second thoughts about it. Like, singing made up songs and doing “popping moves” in public.

4. I got fired from my last job because I was too awesome to work there.

5. I don't just have a girlfriend. I have girl friendsssss. Hey don’t misquote me on that, that’s two words (one: girl, two: friends). My girlfriend clearly knows that I’m a girl’s best friend. LMAO. Look at me, I’m funny, sweet, good looking and no-non sense guy who obviously has it all together. I think this is why girls love being around me. Let’s just say it has become a regular thing with me – being with girls all the time. Having a lot of girl friends have its own perks though. No, not that FWB sort of thing. Like, you can spend time with her talking about stuffs without the testosterone-fueled competition.

6. I’m so damn good looking. I’m dabomb.com. I looked like Enchong Dee to LBG and his gang. Bodie Cruz to my former freshman college mates. And Witwisit Hiranwongkul to my girlfriend. If looking good is a sport, I’d be David Beckham hands down.

7. I have been with the greatest girl in the world for four months and eight days now. So if you wonder why I’m always smiling nowadays, it’s all her fault. LMAO. She is such an angel! She has no fuss at all and I love that in a girl.

She’s lucky to have me, yes I know. But I’m luckier to have her, just so you know. ♥

8. I’m awesome because I am a blogger and everyone knows bloggers are awesome creatures so hands down, I win.

9. I am so awesome that I sometimes forget how awesome I am and started being humble.

People are probably still to question my awesomeness after reading this awesome article. If these are not enough, watch out for "Hoobert the Awesome's Book of Awesomeness" soon to hit bookstores. *wink*

There's a rainbow after the rain.

Friday. August 19, 2011. Last training day. It started like any other day. I woke up, got some coffee, took a shower, had my breakfast and went to work. That's my typical routine for almost two weeks since I got a job in Makati. But, life can sometimes be so cruel. Things can change in just a blink of an eye.

I walked into work and eight hours later, walked out with no job and "I hope you learned a lot".

Yes that day, Hoobert the Awesome has rejoined the ranks of the unemployed.

It's like the heavens fell on me when Ed told me that I didn't pass the training. Oh, how it shattered my heart! It was my first job ever and I screwed it up. I literally cried. At that moment, I was only thinking of how will I break the news to my family. My sisters were so proud of me when they learned that I got a job and this news will surely break their hearts. Then, I received many uplifting messages from beautiful people. This I got from Jean Ymson, "You're a smart kid. I want you to go to the medical field and kick some ass".

Sourgraping is the easiest thing in the world. I could sulk in for days. I could threw tantrums on anybody who passes by me. I could say a lot of snarky things that would probably make me feel better. But I won't, why? I'll just make a fool out of myself. Yes, I lost my job but this is not the end of the world. Hindi titigil ang mundo sa pag-inog dahil lang sa nadapa ako. And moreover, hindi hihintayin ng mundo ang muli kong pagbangon. What I need to do is to get myself together, move forward and never look back.

That night, as strange as it may sound, I slept with no hard feelings because somehow I knew that there is something better in store for me.

When one door closes, another opens as the old saying goes. PRC dropped the bomb the next day.Those of you who know me from the blog knows that I took the licensure exam for nurses last month. I scrolled down to look for my name and there it was. My eyes popped wide open upon seeing my name.

22830 JUBERT JOHN REQUILLAS MARZAN

Yes that day, Hoobert the Awesome has joined the ranks of world-class Filipino nurses.

I was ecstatic. Deep inside, I was screaming like what a high school girl would do for Justin Bieber. I immediately reached for my phone and sent an SMS to my mom. Through word of mouth and passed on by excited messages on Facebook, I suddenly became the toast of town. LMAO. It felt very surreal. Indeed, God is good.

Anyone who says that "everything happens for a reason" knows what he's talking about. I believe it and so should you. Nothing happens by chance or by sheer luck. Failures all occur to test limit of our souls.

So, what's the idea of this whole entry? Simple and I want this to end in a good note.

Life is too short for sourgraping too much. Looking back, there is always something you wish you had done or hadn't done in that one moment. You torture yourself over the "what ifs" and think that you would somehow have been better off if you had done this, that or the other. But the bad news is, history is just that, history. It may piss you off but you cannot bring back time.

If you're out there in a similar position - don't be too hard to yourself. The battle may have been lost but not the war, right? Just keep the faith and believe in yourself. 'Cos if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will.

LOVE IS SWEETER THE SECOND TIME YOU FALL

I once had a girlfriend. You know, one of those cheesy high school love stories. But it didn't last that long. She has her priorities and sadly, I'm not one of them. I was really, really hurt. (TIP: If you have a high school sweetheart going to a different school, do yourself a favor and break up.) But I think letting her go was the smartest thing to do. We stay friends though. Now she's just Facebook-stalking me. LMAO. But I discovered in one of those random Facebook talks that she doesn't consider our "relationship" a relationship. Wow, it caught me by surprise. Yes, we're young and innocent back then but I fell in love with her and I'm sure of that. And I thought she felt the same way too but I was wrong. Oh well, now, I don't care. Shikes, I sound so bitter. LMFAO.


After that a-week-and-four-days relationship, I gave my achy breaky heart a rest. While some boys cross stitched from one relationship to another like they are just changing their underwears, I chose not to exert effort at all and just let Cupid do the hunting for me. (Anyway I still ruminate that single guys should not automatically be declared as torpe or worse, gay. That's bigotry.) It took Cupid five years but I'm not on a rush. Love is not a game. It's about finding the right person at the right time and under the right circumstances.

Being taken is not a matter of choice; it's being single that it. Not unless a girl proposed her undying love for me before my 20th birthday, I will be single 'til ad infinitum. (Sorry but I cannot disclose her name here. Our parents will surely freak out. She's almost three years younger than me.)

We met last summer. We were seatmates in a PUV. She was with a friend. It was love-at-first sight. She opened her hands. She was suggesting me to hold her. With no second thoughts, I gave in. I held her hands for about 30 minutes. Lower those eyebrows honey, yes, it's weird 'cos we barely know each other but heck, I fell in love with her hard. I mean hard.

On the 16th of May, she officially became my girl. We're kind of fast - no, she was fast. Maybe she completely understands that she's getting a quality boyfriend. LMAO. No, seriously, I've waited long enough for this to come. I won't let this girl slip through my fingers again. I may not find a girl like her again in the future.

I would like to think that I already found my soulmate if there's such thing. We have a lot of similarities and common interests, I think she's Hoobert 2.0. LMAO. Little things amuse her and I like that in a girl. Though she's a self-admitted selosa, she's not the kind of girl that will keep checking me out every minute 'cos I find it very annoying. Anyway, she don't have to worry about me straying because I will show zero interest to anyone. We've just been together for almost three months but we're very comfortable with each other. There's no dull moment when we're together. Actually, she's fast becoming my best friend. When I'm kind of pissed, she's there to listen to my problems, no matter how small. When we go out, we split cost on stuffs without making a big deal out of it. When we're having disputes, she's willing to talk it out and help me see her side of things.

Ever since she came up, I never imagined my life without her. Seriously. Her existence is meant to complete my existence. There's this one time, after we had dinner, we went out for a stroll. Her arms were around me, it was raining. We were looking at each others eyes. That's the time when I realized that, oh man, I wanna spend the rest of my life with this girl.

Call me freak. Call me love sick. Call me weirdo. I don't care. Ganito pala kapag inlove, it seems that I became a different person. And I believe that she brings out the best in me. And that's what true love is - loving the person you become as a result of the person you are with. I'll admit that I'm not an ideal boyfriend, far from it. I've only had one relationship prior to ours so don't expect me to be smooth in any means. I don't know how long we'll be together or how we'll break-up. The only thing I'm sure of is hers is the only name I need to memorize. <3

Hello baby! Happy 16th. I love you so much. We're really meant to be. This is our fairytale, you and me, together.